I met Markus at a fundraising dinner for an arts education nonprofit.
As a freelance writer, I often supplement my income with catering and bartending gigs, and on the night in question, I was the champagne-pourer. I was wearing the catering company’s standard all-black attire with my hair tied back simply, although I’d thrown on some red lipstick for a dash of sex appeal.
Markus was seated with other high-powered donors. He was dark-haired and handsome, and I estimated him to be about fifteen years older than me. I’d noticed him right away because of his good looks, but he gave off an intense vibe that made me hyper-aware of him every time I passed his table. I kept him well-supplied with champagne and entertained myself with sexy fantasies. He looked like the type who could dish out the fuck... Read More
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